War had an uncharacteristic urge to make it a group hug, but put it down to Duckie's contagious enthusiasm, and contented herself with clapping a hand on each man's - or demon's - back.

She turned orange eyes, glowing with excitement, onto the Doctor. "Would you really? When's it from? Can you show me how to use it? How does it...uhm, I mean, thank you!" she finished, with a slightly sheepish grin at her over-excited babbling.

Turning to Mictain, she said, "'Course I like you. Think I'd have let you stay in my room, or offered to train with you, if I didn't? And you're probably right - any difference in our fighting skill is almost certainly only minimal. Don't forget I've been working too - and it doesn't always involves me fighting personally. It'll be interesting to see on whose side the advantage falls though. But I'll tell you this much: if you beat me, you owe me a drink!"